But down these crimey streets a man must go who is reasonably brave and not too much of an asshole.
!!Mr. Noonien Siiiiiiiingh!!
Go ahead…make my mother, sister, brother, and dog.
I see and talk to people who have passed over. Just like Sylvia Brown.
We did this within the past twelve months.
(I rather liked “Yee-haw, Oedipus.”)
“Say ‘hallo’ to my little grenade launcher !!!”
“I feel the need…the need for acceleration !”
As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a Teenaged Mutant Ninja Turtle.
Pay no attention to the man who has to hide in the dark behind a curtain because he suffers from an inferiority complex and a Phantom of the Opera fixation.
Listen to them. Children of the night. Something sure has them worked up.
“You know what, Scarlett … that’s not my problem.”
Luke. I contributed the genetic material that resulted in your birth.
I never drink . . . alcoholic beverages.
Do you feel fortunate, young gangster?
The man in black fled across the desert and the gunslinger stopped to rest.
I did not have sexual relations with that woman…Hillary…
A man has to perform what a man has to perform.
Do you expect me to talk Goldfinger?
No, Mr Bond. I expect you to survive for the next sequel.
Are you going to pull those pistols from their holsters or are you just humming a Confederate theme song?
All we are endlessly repeating is, “Give inaction a chance.”
Pardon, but are you speaking to me?
“I shall present him with a proposition that will be hard pressed to deny.”
“A census taker tried to test me once…once.”
“No one places Frances Housman in a corner.”